Distance makes the girl cum harder

We haven't seen each other in months.  It had been a seemingly small disagreement but the fall out had been rather large.  He demanded I leave his life.  I was left with a broken heart and questions.  But after small returns of communication, a reunion was planned.  Time to clear the air and either start anew or break completely. 

After months of separation, how would I react to seeing him again?  He had thrown me away like a used napkin.  Could I still feel affection towards a man who could be so careless with me?  I deserve better, right?  Surely a real friend wouldn't have treated me so cruelly?  Why am I even wanting to see him again?  We were always somewhere between friends and lovers without actual sex and then we were nothing and now we are?  What time is it?  Shit, I need to run or I'll be late!

I've never been to his place before.  It seems strange to be at his doorstep now but the idea of ripping open old wounds in a public place seemed weirder.  So here I am, dressed like a tired librarian, right down to the French twist in my hair.  Of course, since I am a tired librarian, I won't say I'm going for a look, just being me.  Maybe I should have dressed up.  A top that shows some cleavage.  A tight pencil skirt that shows off all of the squats and running I've been doing since we last saw each other.  But why bother?  None of that ever moved us to lovers before and he's always been clear that I'm the opposite of his type.  Besides tears in my cleavage isn't sexy.

I can hear his footstep; the door locks turning; my heart is racing.  More heartbreak?  Friends?  Breathe deep, it is better to know than not know.  That smile . . .

"Hey"

"Hey, come on in."

Well, this is awkward, he isn't moving to let me in.  Hug?  Okay, let's try it.

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She stepped into his arm, her head back on his chest just like in the old days.  His smell just as enticing as always but a bit of sadness welled up inside of her.  He had told her to leave his life and now months later, he had the nerve to hug her like nothing.

While she was thinking about his smell, he marveled at how much he had missed her arms around him.  He had always longed for more but never had the nerve to make a move and then rather than reveal himself, he had dumped her out of the blue and now here they were.  A chance to clear the air, to start again, to be truthful.  He had promised himself he would take the chance if she ever gave him one again.  Here is the chance.

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"Adam, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking for a second; how nice it is to see you again."

I step back to see his face and I can't read his expression.  I could snap his neck.  He never gives anything away.  My face tells everything I'm thinking.  I can't hide anything.  Each dirty thought I've ever had about him, I know he's seen run across my face. 

He stepped back to lead me inside. That's strange, is that his hand on my waist?  He's leading me!?

"Would you like some tea?"

"Of course, I've always wanted to see your stash!"

I can see his electric tea kettle is ready and he lets go of my waist to open a cabinet.  So much tea!

"WOW!  It's bigger than I thought!" 

"I always knew you would say that."

"You made that dirty.  I just can't believe how many different kinds of tea you have.  You know I love tea."

"Well pick your first cup and I'll get your mug.  Cream and sugar?"

"Yes, please!"

I stare at the stash for a minute and settle on a fancy looking Oolong.  It smells delicious as I open the foil package.  My eyes were closed and I was so focused on the scent of tea, I actually screamed out in fear as I felt him put his arm around me.  He could have just handed me the cup.  Why put his arm around me?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scream.  I was just enjoying the scent of the tea and didn't see you."

"I know.  I was enjoying watching you." 

That smile.  Damn, straight face, chill girl.  He dumped you and more than likely is about to do it again.  Enjoy the tea, keep a straight face, and move on.

"Shall we sit? Or you want to talk around the tea kettle?"

"Let's sit."

His hand is around my waist again.  He leads me to the sofa and we sit right next to each other.  Strange, normally we sit across from each other so we can look at each other as we talk.

"Okay, I'll start.  I'm sorry for the way I . . . I"

He grabs my free hand with both of his.  I reach back and put down my tea.  I place my hand on top of the pile of hands.  I search his face for a clue of what is co . . .

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He kissed her. His hands suddenly left the pile and were around her waist.  He pulled her in tighter and with desperation. 

For her part, her suddenly free hands found his neck then her left hand was cupping cheek, her right hand at the nape of his neck.

His hands lowered to her hips then butt.  He gently and skillfully pushed her back on to the sofa, kissing her deeper and beginning to kiss her face until he found her ear lube.  He could hear her breath quicken so he lingered.  She squirmed in excitement, her legs parting so that he settled comfortably on top of her. 

Her hands began to untuck his t-shirt and her bare hands felt cool on his hot back.  She continued to move the shirt up until she pulled it over his head.  That was the first moment that his lips lifted off of her.  Their eyes met and they stopped cold.  Breathing hard, they both swallowed and froze. 

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I can feel his heart pounding.  I can feel his hard dick against my wet pussy.  I can feel the fabric separating the two.  And I'm singing The Killers in my mind - "It started off with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss, it was . . ."

I've wanted this and him for so long that honestly, I'm confused.  I'm not dressed sexy.  I'm here expecting to be dumped to my face and now I'm under this man, crazy with the desire to rip our pants off and keep going.  I can't read his expression.  Is that regret? relief? desire? I just don't know.  I'm frozen.  Kiss him back but what if he turns his face away.  Sit up?  What do I do?

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Just as the freeze threatened to kill the whole mood, he kissed her lips again.  This time his hands pulled her up to sitting and then standing.  He slowly led her to his bedroom.  A sweet slow dance/walk that kept them glued together, lips parted and tongues exploring each other's mouths. 

As he laid her back on his bed, his hands moved from her back to pulling her plain black t-shirt over her head.  His lips moved to her shoulders, moving her right bra strap and cup with his nose as his mouth down to her now exposed nipple.  As he took the whole nipple into his mouth, his hands unhooked her bra and each hand cupped a breast. 

He sucked and teased each nipple moving slowly back and forth between the two.  She squirmed under him.  His dick rock hard pulsing against her jeans. 

He was moving so slowly, it was driving her crazy.  She reached down to his jeans, unbutton them, unzipped them, and pushed them down first with her hands and then with her feet. 

He could feel his buttcheeks being exposed but his focus was suddenly on the hands pulling and tugging on his pulsing dick.  Then suddenly he was on his back.  She moved her lips down his body, following his happy trail straight to his tight balls.  He could feel her tongue licking, tasting, massaging his balls but avoiding his dick. 

He heard a zipper and was quickly aware that she had taken down her own jeans and now had her hands on his shaft. 

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"Do you have a condom?"

"Mmmm, let me check my nightstand."

"I have one in my purse but it's back out in the living room."

Avoid eye contact.  Don't kill the mood with eye contact.  We both have body issues and now we are here naked together.

"I found it!"

As he handed me the condom, I wanted to ask how long it had been since he needed to pull one out of the nightstand but I held my tongue 'cause that would really be a mood killer and opens up the conversation to ask about how long it has been for me.

I slip the condom out of the foil and unroll it expertly over his hot hard dick.  To suck or to ride?

As if he could read my mind, he gently pushed my head down over his dick.  I could taste the plastic instead of that lovely dick but a girl has to be careful.  I work the head and down to the shaft.  It is hard to deep throat a dick in a condom and I'm really tempted to proceed with the whole thing bare.

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As she worked his shaft, he had to hold back from cuming.  He needed to plunge his dick deep in that pussy but she was working so hard and so good and he didn't think there were more condoms in the nightstand.  He pulled her mouth back to his and rolled them back on to her back. 

He spread her legs with his and after a quick check to make sure the condom was still on, he plunged his dick deep into her dripping wet pussy.  It was so tight, so wet, so warm and welcoming.  Why had he waited so long to make her his?  He thrust his hips working his dick into every inch he could reach.  Moving slowly then quickly.  Her body opened to his completely.  His hands kept her hips still so that each one of his strokes landed expertly.  She wrapped her legs around his and as she pulled him down to kiss her, she came hard.  She pulled in him closer and closer, deeper and deeper, as she kept coming until they were practically one body, they were so wrapped in each other.  It was with her first orgasm that he finally came too.  He had been holding back as long as he could and her high pitched, "I'm cumming!" was the note he needed to finally allow himself to explode.

As they lay next to each other in the afterglow, he rolled to his side and gently kissed her lips again.  Not ready to break the glow with words, he licked down the middle of her body until he dove his tongue deep into her still wet and vibrating cunt.  He could taste her creamy cum.  Smell her body bliss sweat.  Heard her breathing again quicken.  His hands once again help her hips in place as she began to try squirm away.  He tasted, teased, and ate every part of her sweet wet pussy.  Once again he heard her calling out in pleasure despite the tightening of her legs around his ears as she came.

This time he just laid next to her.  All of his energy spent and all of the room funky with the smell of sex and cum.  This time she rolled to her side and laid her head on his chest and began playing with his beard.

She broke the silence with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I have road rash between my thighs from all of your work."

"Ha, ha.  Sorry about that but once I get going, I just can't pull back," he said as he twirled her now loose and crazy hair between his fingers.

"I'm not complaining at all.  That was much better than I had fantasied about it, except deep throating your dick with the condom on.  I don't recommend it."

"I'll keep that in mind.  Now a very important question, Do you want to stay here or should we be making our way to foodage?  I don't know about you but if I don't get some water soon, my tongue is going to cramp."

An Eye Opener part 1

   Years ago my girlfriend and I were lounging around the house just enjoying each others company. We hadn't been together that long and so were still awash in those feelings of newness in our relationship. She knew how to sew and make clothes and at that moment she was measuring out some satin to make a pair of boxers for me. She liked to make handmade gifts for me and it was one of things I loved most about her. No one had ever been that kind to me before.

   So as I watched her sitting on the floor with a pins in her mouth and a measuring tape in her hands, I couldn't help but stare at her magnificent body. She was wearing what looked like the world's tiniest athletic shorts and a loose shirt that she used to run cross-country and no bra. Every time she leaned forward to grab a corner of the material or make a measurement those shirts would stretch to hug her round ass and curvy hips. When she made quick turns in order to place a pin, her heavy c-cups would jiggle delightfully under the thin material of that barely there t-shirt. My cock was already paying rapt attention. The fact that she seemed oblivious to how enticing she looked turned me on even more.

    We had already been having sex, so after a minute or two more, I decided the sewing could wait and slid my hands over tits from behind. She turned her head slightly so I could see her smile as I lightly kissed her  right ear lobe and slid my lips down to her neck. I had learned early on that her neck was especially sensitive and began to slowly roll my tongue back and forth between the lovely curve her nape and her ear while softly biting every once in a while. My large hands were squeezing and massage both of breasts at the same time. Her hips began squirming and rotating in place as she dropped the tape measure and pins and reached up to grab my head and pull me deeper into her neck before sliding into a passionate kiss. Things progressed quickly from there as she turned her body around pulled my on top of her. We both moaned into each others mouths as our tongues twirled and danced together. She seemed to catch fire then as her hands frantically pushed my pants and underwear down. I was enjoying making out but wasn't one to leave a lady in distress, so I quickly sat up on my knees and grabbed her shorts at the waistband pulling them roughly over and off of her wonderful ass before tossing them thoughtlessly to the side. Her hand grabbed my rock hard cock and guided me to the opening of her soaking wet pussy. Our lips and tongues crashed into each other as I pushed into her depths with one breathless thrust. I immediately heard her draw in a sharp breath and wince as I got about three quarters of my length into her. I pulled my head back look into her eyes with concern. "It's okay," she said," You're just so big!"

  I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. Ever since we had started having sex she had been making comments about big my dick was and how it my thrusting was so deep and the stretching of her pussy so pronounced that it was uncomfortable at time. I didn't believe a word of it. I knew from books and movies that women often time didn't enjoy sex as much as men and also considered the male ego more fragile than a cheap soap bubble, and so would often lie about having orgasms or about how "big" their man was. My ego wasn't that fragile and I felt that if I actually HAD a big dick I'm that one would know. I knew she was lying but I also knew she was trying to make me feel good which I found touching. Still, I wasn't someone to be manipulated, and I suddenly felt it was time to teach her a lesson.

  "You think it's too big?" I looked into her eyes with a small half smile on my face. She looked back at me with her best lost little girl wide-eyed pout as she replied with an affirmative nod. So, pulled out until just the tip was barely inside her before thrusting savagely and suddenly until I could feel her soft walls hugging the head of cock. She moaned painfully and arched her back in response. I grinned at her. She was really laying it on thick today. "How about now?" She gave a little half-laugh half-groan.

   "Oh, God! You're so fucking deep!" I shook my head lightly in wonder at far she was willing to take the act. I mean, babies come out of these things, so how could my normal boy-cock possibly hurt her. But now I figured I'd play along and act the part of the bully. I began fucking her with slow and deep strokes making sure to feel probe her pussy walls with my cockhead at the end of each thrust. She was wincing convincingly at every stroke but also moaning. Her pussy was getting wetter the harder I fucked. She started moaning loudly and in a moment of inspiration and placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her and her body to the floor with my weight as dug deeply into her body. She groaned behind my hand but made no move remove it. I changed my angle slightly to aim my dickhead more toward the back wall of pussy. Suddenly it felt like I had more room to thrust, as if I had found an unexplored part of her. I quickly jabbed my the hard head of my cock into this new crevice and was rewarded with a long moan from her as her eyes rolled back into her head. I began pounding her with short fast strokes as I brought my face close to hers. "Take it! Take that big cock!" I kept saying with each reaming thrust as she moaned and spasms as she came. I felt her pussy clamp down on my entire cock as she rode out what looked like an extremely intense orgasm. I knew she couldn't fake those involuntary pussy spasms and the thought of making her cum pushed me over the edge. I quickly grabbed both her arms and pinned them down as I threw my head back and emptied myself as deep into her hole as I could.

  "Holy FUCK!" I heard her say as I jet after jet spurted into her pussy. I suddenly felt very weak and collapsed beside her as we both started giggling. "That was intense," she sighed and then rubbed her lower abdomen,"and rough! What got into you?" I cut my eyes at her.

   "All that big cock nonsense got under my skin. I wanted to see how long you'd keep up the act." I turned my head expecting to see her looking sheepish at being caught in her well-meaning fib, instead I saw her up on her elbows with a look of complete disbelief on her face.

   "I wasn't faking! That thing you were just pummeling me with is huge!" I rolled my eyes and laughed. This chick didn't know when to quit. I turned my head away and started to roll up to my knees. Suddenly she made a quick move, grabbed my hip, and rolled me onto my back. She then shocked the shit out of me and stuffed my still wet cock into her mouth. This was shocking to me because I knew how much she hated mouth cleaning my cock after it had been inside her. Furthermore, she was putting great effort into it, swirling her tongue over the ridge of the head, licking the entire shaft. As I started to get hard again, she started sliding my cockhead into her throat. I felt the soft entrance at the back of her mouth open slightly when she gagged hard around my dick. She didn't stop or slide my cock out of her mouth when she gagged. She redoubled her effort at deep throating, and the sounds of her gagging and swallowing were making my spine tingle. After a while she pulled back and started stroking my cock from base to head with her hand. I closed my eyes in bliss when I felt something suddenly loop around my cock and tighten. My eyes snapped open to see her using her tape measure to take the circumference of my dick. I raised my eyebrows quizzically.

   "What are you up to?" I asked suspiciously. She smiled wide as she looked up at me and kept stroking.

   "Don't worry about it!" She then hooked her leg over mine and started grinding her clit into me as she reintroduced my cock to her throat. I was still wondering what she hoped to accomplish by measuring my dick, but I didn't wonder for long as soon afterwards I was dropping my second but still thick and heavy load down her throat as she spasmed and creamed against leg kneading her pussy.

20 years and counting

We have been together for over 20 years.  Between work and kids, we struggle to connect and stay connected.   I think this really shows in the bedroom.   You know the story,  great sex life before kids then nothing after unless one of you is cheating.   We usually had sex 3 to 4 times a week before kids.  After kids are closer to the marital average of twice a month.   We get so busy,  so tired,  and sometimes sleep just takes priority over sex.  That being said,  we don't go more than a few days without one or both of us mentioning that we need to jump each other.   Maybe we are tired but the desire is there and our poor kids watch us share knowing glances and stolen kisses.

It amazes me that after all these years I still crave this man. I want him just a badly today as when we first started dating. The sex is so much better too.  No wasted time or touch,  he can make me cum with one well placed kiss.

Just the other day,  he pulled me close to him in bed. In theory,  we were going to bed early, baby was asleep and the oldest was happy in her room with her iPad.  This moment of tenderness turned into hours of sexy time.

It started off so sweetly,  just a long cuddle session then suddenly I felt his hot breath on my neck and a familiar delicious shiver ran down my back and my body was covered in goose pimples.  Just that quick it was on.   He slipped his hand between my legs and started to playing with my clit while kissing and licking my neck and ears.  He held me with my back to him,  refusing to let me turn around to meet his gaze.  He wanted me somewhere between crazy hot and helpless.

I could feel him feeling against my bare ass and I reached back and stroked his massive thick cock.  I wanted him inside of me but I also enjoying the sweet torture of foreplay.

He suddenly released me,  finally time for some dick but no, he licked down my stomach and landed right into my very wet, very hot, very desperate pussy.  His tongue exploring every part like it was the first time. I could feel his breathe quicken and he started to moan. The vibrations of his moan only served to excite me more. Then his thick fingers sunk deep into my pussy while his tongue kept working my clit.  I suddenly exploded into the most delicious orgasm.  Full body writhing almost bucking him away but instead he worked his fingers even more and refused to let the orgasm end.  I couldn't tell if it was one long orgasm or several in rapid succession but honestly,  who cares? The release was needed and felt like for just a moment I was a gorgeous sex goddess not just a crazy tired mom.

After 20 years, he knows all too well I'm not a fan of kissing his cum cover face so once he let me stop cumming, he discreetly wiped his face off and laid down next to me.  He again pulled me close but this time I could feel his rock hard dick between my ass cheeks trying to slip into that place no man had gone before. I was so slick from coming that really he slipped the tip right on in. Normally I would fight him,  turn over and have him drive deep into my pussy but not that night.  He worked slowly.  As his cock went deeper,  his hands stroked my breasts and he kissed my neck.

I had always been afraid of backdoor action.   Everything I had read said it would hurt but it didn't. Yes it was different and it took me a bit to relax into it but once I did . . .

Maybe it was the newness of the experience maybe it was all the play before hand but he didn't last long. He pulled my hips into his and I felt him spasm and cum.  Instead of backing off, he slipped in deeper. I cried out in pain,  surprise, and dare I say pleasure. The load of cum served as fresh lube and he took full advantage. He moved us onto our knees and grabbed my hips with both of his hands. He pushed and pulled my hips until suddenly I came hard, harder than I ever had in my life. Somewhere in my assgasm, he came again too.

There was no cumming back from those massive orgasms, we both fell down into the bed exhausted but still tingling.  Neither one of us could move, speak,  anything. It had been one of the best sex sessions we had ever had to that point and then you guessed the baby started crying. The post sex glow didn't last long. Back to reality,  le sigh.

But you say he's just a friend

When I met S, he was my professor.  He was awkward and kind.  Funny in that punny professor way.  Just your typical older white guy professor.  Bestie type, forever in the friend-zone and seemingly happy living in that space.

In the last few years, he has gone from professor to friend.  My view of him still didn't change much.  As I've gotten to know him better his friend-zone status has only strengthened.  He is sweet and funny and a total cheerleader.  You just need those people who know you are an asshole but support you away, that is S.

I think he saw me in the way.  I'm charming but nothing special to look at.  I'm easy to lose in the crowd and I like it that way.

We were engaged in our usual debate about the politics of the day when we both suddenly looked at each other differently.  What changed, I can't say.  Nothing and yet everything.  Being the very formal friends that we are seeming at the same time we said, "So should we get a room?"

We'd never kissed, held hands, or hell even hugged and we were walking side by side to a hotel.  The excitement was dripping off of us.  Like we had just picked up a stranger at the bar and we were headed to bed but without any physical sign of such.  It was just the energy in the air.

Two single unattached grown-ass people headed to a hot night but looking at us you would think we were to book club.  It is the quiet ones they tell you to watch out for and we were being church mice.

After what seemed like years, S collected me from in front of the elevator to go to our room.  He gently guided me with a hand on my waist.  A shiver ran up my spine and my breathing quickened.  I met his gaze and his smile seemed different.  He wasn't just a friend anymore but a man who wanted the woman next to him.

Room 405 was seemingly miles away and simultaneously two steps away.  S swept the room key and pushed open the door in one quick movement.  Panic set in.  Are we really doing this?  He is my friend, just a friend.  OMG, what is going on?  We do this and everything changes!  Is it worth risking our friendship?  Is it too late to turn back now?  Have we already ruined everything?

Like he could read my mind, he quickly embraced me.  Hands-on positioned in such a way that I felt sexy and free to leave, at the same time wanted and respected.  In that moment my lips met his and then our lips parted and I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth.  His hands slowly unzipped my dress while his kisses moved down my neck to between my breast.

  I don't know when my dress hit the floor but suddenly I felt his tongue on my left hip bone.  It was sweet, sexy, and hot all at the same.  My panties were soaked but he didn't make a move to remove them.  His focus on connecting with my body.  Each move was purposeful, like he was cataloguing my response so he would know exactly how to make me cum in the fewest movements possible next time.

I pulled his face back to mine and as I kissed him, I began to undress him.  I needed him, now.  I'm soaked, hot, and dying to ride his hard dick.  Normally I would have returned the favor,  licked my way down his happy trail but I could wait for release any longer.

We tumbled onto the bed, landing with him sliding right into me. I surprised by how big he was.  I don't know what I had expected but between all of his careful foreplay and massive throbbing dick,  I came almost immediately.  I came so hard,  so fast that I was actually embarrassed.  He just kept going.   I kept cumming again and again.   S knew what he was doing.

After, I honestly don't have any idea how long,  he rolled us over and I rode him cowgirl style.  My hips thrusting up and down with some well timed figure-8s for good measure. I didn't have to ride for long before he swelled even bigger and came hard deep inside of me.

I gracefully laid myself down next up him.   Both of us sweated and soaked in God only knows.  I could tell neither of us wanted to break the silence but if we didn't we never would.  So I took a deep breath,  rolled on to my side with my hand on his chest,  and looked deep into his eyes,  "You were really amazing. "  He smiled and chuckled.   "You sound surprised. " "Well, I just never saw you that way before today.  You have always just been that super cool kinda nerdy friend to me, not some sex god.  You should advertise that,  let the ladies know. "

He rolled to his side and pulled me in close.   "I don't want the ladies to know. I wanted to show you." He then kissed me deeply again and rolled back on top of me and just as smoothly slipped back into me.  This time was slower,  more deliberate, but just as passionate.

Light Work

When I was 19 and just started working in the real world, I had a job at a local government office helping to administer a youth jobs program. Since the program was for youth under the age of 18, my job was to monitor their work and make sure no child-labor laws were violated. It was a big job covering hundreds of jobsites so we had several monitors like me on the payroll. Usually, we were out in the field but sometimes we had to come back to home base and had semi-private offices with locking doors there.

I tended to get along with everyone I worked around but there was this one girl that rubbed me the wrong way. She always came to work in pencil-skirts, heels, and perfect make-up. This was unusual since our jobs required us to work at outside jobsites 90% of the time. Apparently, this girl was connected to the higher-ups and got assigned to mostly office and other indoor sites which were easier to monitor and had air-conditioning. Additionally, she had the annoying habit of trying to get other people to do her paperwork which required us to enter data into a database quickly by hand. None of us really liked her attitude and sarcastic comments like "Oh here comes Princess! Don't let her work too hard, she's too cute for that!" were common.

One day I'm entering my data into the database and feel eyes on my back. I glanced at the reflection in my screen and knew it was her so I didn't bother to turn around. She was wearing a particularly form-fitting pencil skirt and sauntered over to my left side and put a hand on my shoulder. "How do you enter your data so fast? Your 10-key speed is incredible!", she said and I smirked without looking at her. I knew where this was going so I didn't have to look to know she had a stack of her own paperwork in her hand that she wanted to sweet talk me into doing for her.

"I enter in alot of these so I just got faster", I said in my flattest tone. "If you did your own shit every once in a while, you'd get fast too." I had done a few of her assignments at the beginning thinking I'd be doing a solid for whichever higher-up she was connected to but I was tired of the game already.
I felt the hand leave my shoulder as she huffed and sat her ass on the desk I was using. I couldn't help but glance at her. She was certainly pretty with an especially curvy ass so having the curve her hips so close to me drew my attention. She crossed her arms with her papers in her hand as I leaned back in my office chair and appraised her.

"What's the big deal? It's not that many and you can do it 5 times faster than I can!", she pouted at me. She was right. I could blaze through that short stack of hers in almost no time but I wasn't feeling generous.

"The big deal is that you're always avoiding work and I'm sick of it! You're here anyway so may as well do your shit." I wasn't usually so salty but she got under my skin somehow as she rolled her eyes and began inspecting her nails.

"Keyboarding might break my acrylics. I can do other stuff for you though if you'll enter these for me."

"I do my own shit all day. I don't need help." I turned my chair around and resumed typing.

"I don't mean work stuff." I stopped typing. What did she just say? I turned my chair around to look her at saw that she uncrossed her arms and crossed her legs so that her skirt began sliding higher on her thighs. She had a half-smile and her eyes had become a little smoky.

"What kind of stuff?" I thought I knew what she meant but my inexperienced teenage brain had to ask the stupid question. Her smile got wider as she stood up, walked a few steps towards me, and leaned her hip against my shoulder. I was not completely inexperienced so I didn't need any more encouragement. It really wasn't that much so I was willing to do a little trade as it were. I quickly stood up and looked deep into her eyes for a moment and saw the blatant invitation there. I took a step and put my body directly against hers forcing her to step back. I'm a big guy so she looked just a little nervous as I kept backing up until her back was against the closed door. I leaned into her bringing my face close enough to hers to smell the scent under her make-up and perfume. I heard her breathing get a little fast as my hand slide along her hip. I gripped her hip lightly with one hand and squeezed as I used my other hand to lock the door. Then I quickly straightened up and backed away until I was leaning against my desk and staring at her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and put her hands on her hips. I just smiled since the ball was in her court. She had been playing me from the moment she walked in so I felt like getting a bit of my own back. I wasn't some chump she could just take advantage of. She smirked at me to let me know she got the message and started slowly heel-toeing over to me in her high heel shoes. When she got about two feet away I raised my hand to stop her in place and felt my cock thicken a bit as I stared at her lipsticked lips. I stared right into her eyes as I placed both hands on her shoulders and began guiding her to her knees. She didn't hesitate to obey and quickly sunk to the floor and began unbuckling my belt. I slapped her hands and grabbed her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. I saw the momentary confusion before she heard the sound of my zipper sliding down. I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip as my fingers cupped her chin keeping her eyes on my face. She opened her lips and lightly flicked the tip of her tongue against my thumb on her lip. I breathed a little deeper as her lips closed over the tip of my thumb and sucked a bit. I had enough. I quickly replaced my thumb with my cock staring into her eyes as she enveloped the head with her plump lips. I dropped my hand and leaned back to let her get to work. She didn't waste time. She quickly plunged her mouth down half of my shaft while curling her tongue around my cockhead. She brought her hand up and began twisting it around the shaft and stroked her mouth back and forth. She setup a rhythm with mouth and hand that made my knees nearly buckle. She plunged the head of my dick deep into her throat held it there and moaned deeply for a moment before pulling back slowly while squeezing and stroking my shaft all the way up her hand. She sped up and started making loud slurping noises as she kicked into another gear. I wasn't ready for this technique and knew I didn't have long. I gripped her head on both sides and began thrusting my hips. She looked up at me winked and dropped both hands to her sides. I growled and drove all 8inches of my dick down her throat. I heard a slight gulping sound and felt her swallow as my cockhead visibly bulged her throat. I began fucking her throat hard. I leaned over slightly with each thrust for more power as my dickhead passed from her lips to the depths of her throat. Her spit and throat slime coated my entire cock making her face feel more like a wet cunt than a mouth and I was definitely fucking her head like a pussy. She never moved her hands from her sides and kept her eyes on mine as her cheeks with hollow with suction as I reamed her throat. It wasn't long until I couldn't take it. With one last deep thrust, I put both hands behind her head and buried her nose into my pubic hair. Her body spasmed involuntarily for just a moment as I exploded cum down her throat. Her hands moved for the first time since the facefuck started right at that moment as she gripped my ass cheeks to force my spurting dickhead deeper. I felt large heavy streams of cum blasting into her stomach until it almost hurt. It was my greatest orgasm up to that point. Finally spent and breathing hard I released her head. She didn't pull away completely. She pulled back until the head was sitting on her tongue and used her other hand to squeeze the jizz out of my urethra like a tube of toothpaste. After a few vacuum like sucks, she brought the dick out of her mouth with an audible pop and opened her mouth to show the small pool of cum there before quickly swallowing. She then tucked my cock back into my pants and rezipped them. She rose to her feet in one motion and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger. With her other hand she whipped out a compact mirror and checked her still miraculously flawless make-up. Her eyes didn't even water through all that. She closed the compact and put her paperwork next to my computer. She only looked over her shoulder to give me one last wink as she unlocked the door and left. I had been rendered speechless long ago and still took a long moment to adjust my inner condition before moving. She had quite literally blown my mind. After I recovered a bit I turned to the computer and froze as I stared at a stack of papers twice the size of the biggest stack I'd ever tackled. Apparently, she had never done an ounce of paperwork since the program started resulting in this backlog. I stood there stunned for a moment before I slowly shook my head and laughed. It turned out that I wasn't the one doing the easy workload after all. I knew I'd been beaten as I slowly sat down in my office chair to bend myself to the task at hand.

Coffee, Conversation, and Cunnilingus

We met for coffee or dinner once every two weeks or so.  Nothing sexual, just conversations that at times could become titillating but always just talk.  I'm shy and inexperienced.  He is a beta-male afraid to take a risk.  It makes for a crappy sex life but fun conversations, safe in that we knew it wasn't ever going to move beyond the coffee talk.

We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged.  Not just sexually but charged with life.  It felt safe to make a mistake.  Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic.  Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst.  I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.

He always talked about his work,  his family,  and his muse de joure.  I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing.  Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex.  He liked to tease my inexperience.  He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.

On this day,  he began to get into his cunnilingus skills.  Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers.  I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie.  Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.

As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood.  There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.

 "Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"

My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer.  What does he want to hear?  Should I just be honest?  Is he making an offer?

"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it.  I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."

He seemed disappointed.  What do I say?  What did I say that was wrong?

"But that doesn't mean I'm against it.  It's just not my go to."

He exhales and steps a bit closer.  We are in front of the hotel.  I feel his hand guiding me inside.  I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back.  Suddenly my panties are damp.  I sneak a quick peek at his face.  Is that courage I see?

"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel.  Can I help you?"

"No, we are just looking around."

He is still guiding me.  His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator.  He hits the top floor.

"Wait until you see the view!"

He's been here before.  He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here.  I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.

"I was here earlier.  I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over.  The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view.  Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"

I meet his glaze.  I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.

We step off and he takes my hand.  We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key.  As he swings open the door, I see the view.  He was right; the view is amazing.

I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist.  I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss.  My body tingles from the excitement.  He smells like fresh cotton and coffee.  My panties are getting soaked.

We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other.  Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?

His mouth slowly moves down my neck.  My lips are suddenly lonely for his.  He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees.  His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants.  Oh crap, granny panties!  I didn't plan for this.  My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer!  Fuck!

He doesn't seem to notice.  What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles.  His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia.  He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.

"So wet.  Have you been wanting this?"

"Wanting, no. Longing."

His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me.  He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me.  I reached back and grabbed a pillow.  My body crazy with desire.  My pussy praying for release.

He was an expert.  He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it.  My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off.  He kept me on edge for what seemed hours.  Take me to the brink then back off.  Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life.  I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.

Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.

"You weren't lying about your skills."

He turned red. "No.  I wasn't.  Did you think I was."

"Well, you are a man.  Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish?  But no, you didn't embellish.  And now what?  You want me to go down on you?"

"No.  I want to please you.  I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus.  Not everytime but sometimes."

I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.

"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings.  I bring witty conversations and sexy panties.  You bring those pussy eating skills."

He smiled.  I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.

"Oh and no kissing afterward.  I hate that.  Deal?"

"Deal."

That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session.  We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.

This one time in my professor's office

I've known this professor for many years.  Met him as an undergrad but once I became a graduate student, I began to see him with different eyes.  He got hotter as he aged.  Instead of some scary professor, he was a hot man I wanted to fuck.  This made our meetings in his office very difficult.  I would go in to talk about my master's thesis and leave with panties soaked at the thought of him touching me.

On this day fantasy became reality.  I had graduated and came back one last time before moving on to the real world.  Really I just wanted to thank him for all of his time over the years and thank him I did.

It started just like any other conversation.  I came in and sat down.  His desk was always between himself and his students so there is never any chance of accidental touching.  As I got up to leave, he came around his desk to hug me goodbye or so I thought.  As he came around, he grabbed his office doorknob and gently closed the door as he hugged me.  I tilted my head up towards him as we hugged.  He leaned in and he kissed me.  I was shocked but immediately kissed him back to make sure he knew I was okay with it.  Then he kissed me harder, more passionately with more desire.  I didn't retreat, I kissed back matching his desire, his heat, his passion.

As I relaxed into the kisses, he let his hands explore my body.  They dropped from a gentle hug around my waist to a frantic grabbing of my ass then just as frantically they moved up and under my shirt.  Naked skin against naked skin.  The touch hot with desire and excitement.  I quietly moaned as his hands moved from the small of my back to my breast.  First over my bra then under.  My nipple erect at attention; my body begging for more.

My hands had also begun exploring his body.  First his neck, then his back gently dropping to the waist of his pants.  My fingers followed his waistband to the front and without making a conscious decision, I began to unbuckle his belt, then the button of his slacks, the zipper came down and my naked hands dove into his boxer briefs.  I grabbed his hard dick with my right hand as my left hand slid to his ass cheek then lowered his underpants.

I could feel his hand on my shoulder gently pushing me down to my knees.  I readily obeyed.  For years, I had longed for this moment and I was not going to miss my opportunity.  My mouth wet with desire quickly took the head of his dick while my hand worked the shaft.  Once in my mouth, I began swallowing his dick as deeply as I could then releasing it to a swallow hold and then deeply again.  I could hear his breath quicken and feel his hands searching for the right place on my head and shoulders.

I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, the sounds, the taste.  I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer.  My nose was deep in his pubic hair and the smell was intoxicating.  I began to taste more and more pre-cum and the grasp of his hands on me began to tighten.  I knew the end was close. Do I swallow?  Honestly, I hadn't thought that far ahead.  Swallowing was not a normal part of my repertoire but then sucking off my professor wasn't either.  Quickly I took his dick into my throat as far as I could and felt him cum hard and I could feel his ass tighten under my hands and as I looked up his mouth made the motion of a moan but not a sound escaped.  As I swallowed the salty cum and slowly backed away from that now exhausted dick, I smiled proud of myself for doing what I wanted for once and thought the encounter was over.

As I stood up to give my knees a break and get feeling back into my feet, I felt his hands on my waist guiding me to sit on his desk.  He slowly spread my legs apart with his body then kissed me.  He began to kiss down my neck then the roundness of my breasts.  He slowly worked down my stomach until he was on his knees.  In the meanwhile, his hands had been work down my panties.  As some point, I must have lifted myself off his desk to allow my panties to completely slip off but I don't remember.  I remember my skirt was around my waist and then from my navel to my clit, he moved his mouth.  I wanted to cry out in surprise and pleasure but instead, my breath got throatier.

His tongue parted my labia and found its way deep into my pussy.  I could feel his breath on my clit.  Then he placed two fingers in my pussy and his tongue working my clit.  He finger fucked me while devouring me.  I placed my hand on his head and as I did he inserted another finger.  I accidentally let out a moan but caught myself before getting too loud.  I felt him laugh at my slip-up and then his hand quickly jumped to my waist and his tongue was again deep inside my pussy.  As he ate my pussy, he twirled and vibrated his tongue.  I came hard enough to actually squeeze his tongue out.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me in deep thought.  He broke the silence, "More?"  I couldn't speak, I just nodded.  He pulled me off his desk, turned me around and plunged his dick deep inside of me.  I was so slick from cumming, he slid right in.  He pounded me hard and fast against his desk.  Again my breath quickened and deepened.  He had one hand on my hip and another on my breast, his finger lightly pinching my nipple.  I didn't want it to end.  The pleasure, the excitement, the fantasy turned reality.  I wanted to stay right there in that moment.  Just as I inhaled I felt him cumming deep inside of me and that spasm sent me into a full-body rolling orgasm.  We both exhaled at the same time and began to fall back into his office chairs.

We sat there in silence for a moment.  Neither wanting to break the quiet sexual energy in the room but both knowing the moment was over.  What do you say after a one-time amazing sex session?  Bye?  See-ya?  Nothing seemed correct.  Then just as awkwardly, the office phone rang.  He jumped to answer it.  I dressed myself as he spoke into the phone.  How much time had passed?  Had anyone hear us?  How many other students before me had had these same thoughts followed by a walk of shame down the hall and out of the department building?  As these thoughts flooded my mind, he hung up the phone.

It was as if he could hear my thoughts.  He quietly walked to my side and hugged me.  The same way everything had started it was ending.  The hug was quick and felt dismissive and final.  "Thank you for everything Dr."  I awkwardly said as I turned to open the door.  He placed his hand on my shoulder, "Don't be a stranger."  I walked out of the office and haven't been back.  The sex was all fantasy but the goodbye was a horror movie.  Still, I'm glad I took the plunge.